I’m a big guy. I’m 6’5″ and 215lbs. I’m well educated. I’m even tempered. I’m generally calm and controlled. All of that means nothing at the moment, however, as I find myself terrorized by a little brown mouse loose somewhere in my house.
Maryalice saw the little vermin after I left for work this morning. My two cats got in on the action and tried to earn their keep, but apparently had little success. The exterminator could find absolutely no trace of a mouse at all: no droppings, no entry point, no scratching… nothing.
I currently have 16 glue traps and three bait traps scattered across the house. This little critter is totally freakin’ me out. I can’t enter a room without checking all the baseboards first, and I’m keenly tuned in to anything the cats find interesting right now.
I’m such a baby. I loathe myself.